fluid stream of nothing intertwined with strings of hope.

A flush down the creek of animosity,

mean gazes in the minefields of envy.

Jealousy fuels the drive forward.

Who knows, who doesn’t?

Who’s smart, who isn’t?

Who has, who hasn’t?

It is all that matter now, isn’t it?

You share moments of life with strangers and friends.

There is no difference.

No one cares.

It is all an empty image,

once sharing stops, and there’s nothing to be jealous for.

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